I looked at him, I didn't know what to say to him. The first thing that came out of my mouth was "Damien, please."
There are so many mixed feelings inside me, so many scenes I imagined with him while I was caressing myself.
"Bella, tell me. I'm waiting for your answer." He came closer to my face.
I wanted to tell him but his phone saved me. Great timing.
"We're not done." He said and went to get his phone.
I got up from the couch and quickly went to the closet to get my pajamas to get dressed. I went back to the room but from the look on Damien's face I think he's very angry.
"What happened?" I asked him even though I expected him to yell or get mad because I asked him that.
"Luciano escaped from the base, our people can't find him." He answered.
I don't understand.
"So where did he escape from?" Where could he escape from, someone locked him up, kidnapped him?
"I locked him in the base so he couldn't get out so he wouldn't end up with Santiago and Maximilian's sister again, because that's why Luciano got shot. He's involved with their young sister. The problem is that Santiago wants him dead for his sister, and he doesn't want to give up on her. If they found him, we can expect his head in a box soon." I hope that doesn't happen.
"What do we do now?" I know I'm asking so many questions but I can't help it.
I sat on the couch and Damien joined me, offering me a drink but I refused because me and alcohol are two different worlds.
"Now we wait, until someone gives us news." We were silent for a few minutes until a new question came to my mind, but before I could ask his phone rang.
Every step, every movement he made was more and more tense. His abdominal and back muscles tensed with every movement and just made a masterpiece of his body.
He ended the call and turned to me. Damien, if he was calm before, he certainly wasn't now.
"You're mine!!" He said loudly, not expecting that I shivered slightly.
"What happened?" I asked him but he came to me and took off the top of my pajamas. I didn't protest but let him see what he would do.
"Take everything off." He said and sat on the floor right in front of the couch.
"Damien..."
"Sit on my face. I'm hungry." With my mouth open, I just stood there looking at him in shock. How could I sit on his face? Is he serious.
"Are you kidding?" I asked him without moving from my place.
"Bella. Sit." He said seriously, commandingly.
I didn't even think anymore, I just took off all my clothes and left them on the floor.
I came to him and he put his head on the couch and I sat on his face. At that moment I felt the tip of his tongue on my clitoris, slowly touching it. Squeezing the couch with my hands, each of my breaths was deep. Only my sighs could be heard in the whole room. He started to pull my labia with his mouth, biting them, pulling them while my hands were on my breasts, massaging them gently, circling my index finger around my now erect nipple.
"Keep going Damien." I said and threw my head back.
I don't know at what point I started doing it, but rubbing myself on his face while he licks, nibbles, sucks me, I'm close to coming.
